The golden steps took forever to climb down, especially with Killian asking me questions like a BBC World News reporter. It was exhausting, like a chore on its own.
"Are you sure you're ok?" He asked for th second time since we left the room.
"Yes, I'm fine. It's just been a really complex few weeks for me. You'd have thought I'd be better at adapting to change."
It was meant to be a joke, but Killian’s brows dove into a frown. He didn't speak until we stepped into the dining room.
"How can you joke about that?" He muttered. Then dragged out a cushioned red chair at the table, at his father's right, though he didn't acknowledge him.
Both his parents, Ruth, and Jason were already seated. They'd turned their heads towards us when we stepped in. The bright illuminating lights paled in c
